Maedhros's view
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To what point does one push oneself to find glory? To the point where you must spill the blood and cause your own kin to suffer? I wander through the woods in pursuit of Eluréd and Elurìn sons of Dior. Often I think that we have pursued our Oath too far. During the battle the servants of my dear brother abandoned two young elves of the enemy in these forests. I fear to even imagine what treachery they made the little ones suffer through. I could not let Eluréd and Elurìn lie abandoned in the woods, though their father killed Celegorm, the response of Celegorm's servants in my mind was far from rational.
My brothers' confused faces lingered in my mind; they did not understand my search. I thought it to be a useless attack, Eluréd and Elurìn showed no ill feelings towards us, furthermore they were too young to even understand the conflicts. It was in these moments which I repented our endless fury.
I made my way carefully through the forests. The sun is dipping over the hill and last of the golden rays shine over the horizon. Darkness would soon overcome my search. The thought of innocent children starving until the bitter end urges me to continue.
I approach an abandoned lookout, fiery reds and oranges fill the sky. Our treachery can be seen throughout Middle-earth. My heart mourns for all those fallen spirits of the Sindar and the Noldor alike. Despite my regret I slowly turn from the tower to rejoin my brothers. For a force larger than regret burns through my body, the flame of desire of my father still lives within my heart. The sacrifice to regain the Silmaril is great but to give up our quest now would only mean the blood of our kin was twice spilt needlessly.